[In truth, it's a little beyond him. What he is - an attack dog, a weapon held in the Company's hand - it doesn't call for this kind of training, for any kind of proficiency with computer systems or holographic data sets, and so when Tieria begins his convoluted display, Giovanni's head tilts in a gesture of detached curiosity. It means nothing to him, all of this. Something set outside of his parameters and therefore nothing he needs to understand.
It's only when the nondescript face freezes on the screen that he really begins to pay attention, commits the plain features to memory, and as Tieria keeps talking, his interest slowly rekindles into something sparking and hot, felt between the ribs and in nails and eyeteeth because yes this is something he knows what to do with.
The coming violence-- he wants it.]
What would we do without you.
[It's said in a smooth cool tone that could mean anything at all and yet--]
You're right, of course. Nothing does.
[His own smile is a glacial thing.]
So you're saying he's entirely unsuspecting?
[It'll make him easier to hunt down if this is so, and in some ways that's a pity-- the hunt can be just as satisfying as the final act itself. But this kind of thing, it holds its own pleasures-- for example, the surprise on his face the moment before Giovanni tears him apart.]
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It's only when the nondescript face freezes on the screen that he really begins to pay attention, commits the plain features to memory, and as Tieria keeps talking, his interest slowly rekindles into something sparking and hot, felt between the ribs and in nails and eyeteeth because yes this is something he knows what to do with.
The coming violence-- he wants it.]
What would we do without you.
[It's said in a smooth cool tone that could mean anything at all and yet--]
You're right, of course. Nothing does.
[His own smile is a glacial thing.]
So you're saying he's entirely unsuspecting?
[It'll make him easier to hunt down if this is so, and in some ways that's a pity-- the hunt can be just as satisfying as the final act itself. But this kind of thing, it holds its own pleasures-- for example, the surprise on his face the moment before Giovanni tears him apart.]